With every work spoken,
I hide deeper inside,
Hoping that I don't shine,
Hoping my mask stays firmly in it's place,
Willing my self that my walls will stay up,
Allowing no one to see me in the raw,
Hiding from the past,
Hoping that the memories won't last,
Wanting to forget everything that makes me hurt,
When will it be over,
When will I be able to have the confidence I need,
When will everything stop blowing up in my face,
I want to move on,
I want to shine and not be afraid,
I want to be able to lift my mask and walk tall,
I'm tired of running,
I'm tired of hiding,
It's time to pretend like nothing matters,
Pretend like nothing will knock me down.
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